Sep 10, 2016
A poem, by Air
The band of heavenly sunlight, Warming me In the refrigerator cold of the airplane’s torso, Catches the snowflakes of skin Ever drifting On to me By my molting seat mate. I pray for death.
seen from Russia
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seen from Canada
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Italy
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seen from Canada
seen from China
seen from China
A poem, by Air
The band of heavenly sunlight, Warming me In the refrigerator cold of the airplane’s torso, Catches the snowflakes of skin Ever drifting On to me By my molting seat mate. I pray for death.